maahes. - Southern Ave

Sweet Aromatic Backwoods
Only stepping if the cash good
Fucking if she act good
Nigga this a crash course
A Ted Talk
I done seen live men hit a dead walk
Niggas dead wrong
Twist the words of Farrakhan donning Fear of God
I don't fear no man
Exceptions to the reaper
These days spent
Rolling up the reefer
Seekers in the rearview
Keep me on my tiptoes
Switchblade case I need to slit wrist
Split soul
Skip home when the moon touch
Chalk outline asphalt
Ask God why me
Reflections in the mirror but I still couldn't find me
Or find time to give a fuck about a hype beast
Fine line between life and death if you ever try to fight me
What's a high-rise
I take tablets to the tongue if I ever wanna sightsee
Tumble off the tightrope
Tilted by a slight breeze
Give up on the dream
Nowhere close to being likely
Toast to the unrighteous
Ones who had their soul siphoned
Broken ciphers
Hold your lighters
For all my niggas still fighting
We gone make it out alive
Best believe I wanna see our future brightened
My kin enlightened
Fuck the Curse of Ham we search for Curse of Midas
We birthed a nation
They gave us tyrants
400 years of whips and chains
Then opened hydrants
They sent their hounds on us
Threw us in the dog pound claiming we had pounds on us
Assassinate our leaders
In hopes to take the sound from us
Now we got these false messiahs on the socials claiming that they down for us
But they won't really drown like us

Written by:
Nyjel Turner

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